Lost Keys

After a meeting several days ago, I couldn’t find my keys. I quickly gave myself a personal "TSA Pat Down".

They weren’t in my pockets. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the car’s ignition. He’s afraid that the car could be stolen. As I looked around the parking lot, I realized he was right. The parking lot was empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.

Then I made the most difficult call of all to my husband: "I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen."

There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had been disconnected, but then I heard his voice. "Are you kidding me?" he barked, "I dropped you off!"

Now it was my turn to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."

He retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your car!"

Welcome to the golden years…

~ by yougottobekidding on February 4, 2015.

One Response to “Lost Keys”

  1. Reblogged this on Take off with Natarajan.

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